Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Nauru and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Rod Modell to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft. All the underground hits.
All Pet Shop Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Henry Cow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Sherman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Buzzcocks,
The Divine Comedy,
Section 25,
Eric B and Rakim,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Half Japanese,
Soul II Soul,
the Slits,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Magazine,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Scion,
Electric Prunes,
Quantec,
Hardrive,
Rotary Connection,
Jandek,
Bluetip,
Shoche,
Junior Murvin,
The Sonics,
Mandrill,
The Saints,
The United States of America,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Maleditus Sound,
Dark Day,
The Evens,
Althea and Donna,
Al Stewart,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Pole,
The Fire Engines,
Yazoo,
The Mojo Men,
Gregory Isaacs,
Bill Near,
The Move,
Minnie Riperton,
Michelle Simonal,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Marc Almond,
Dawn Penn,
the Fania All-Stars,
Ronan,
Groovy Waters,
The Fugs,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
H. Thieme,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Fluxion,
Glambeats Corp.,
Lungfish,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Juan Atkins,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Red Krayola,
The Electric Prunes,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Mummies,
Visage, Visage, Visage, Visage.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.